Or maybe it’s chop water, carry wood? When the nights dip low enough to leave a nice thick layer of ice on the goat’s water and you have to jab at it with the nearest, sharpest object… And the forecast calls for even lower temps and the potential for rain fall to shift into snow flurries and the house is…
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If we were having coffee, I’d hug you extra tight and ask you’re doing? We’d no doubt start off our time together talking about the tragedies in Paris and around the world in just the last couple of days and which might send us into talks about our evolution as people and a wondering about when we’ll learn that killing…
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This is one of those things I wasn’t sure would ever see the light of day in this space mostly because it doesn’t fit my “niche”. But, while catching up with all of the NanoPoblano participants this morning, I came across this post, to which I replied, “We are here to awaken from the illusion of our separateness.” ~Thich Nhat…
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It’s been almost five years since I began blogging in an effort to document our winding path through the beginnings of our urban farming adventures. At first it was just fun. I could take some pictures (with my crappy camera), chat a bit about what we were up to, and shoot it out into Internet Land with no worries or…
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I posted this picture to Instagram this morning with a little caption about questions… Nothing like blowing snow in your face and frigid temperatures before dawn to make you question all kinds of things…and yet, this little face helps 💕 Hope you all have a wonderful (cozy) day! A photo posted by Melissa @ Ever Growing Farm (@evergrowingfarm) on Nov…
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Sometimes I wonder if we’re doing the right thing living all the way out in the middle of no where, trying our hands at this whole homesteading thing. Then, things like this spontaneously happen while I’m busy doing chores and I think, “Yep, this is exactly where we’re supposed to be!” And that sweet girl of ours, I really can’t…
